wake up please.

Why do some people cant mind their own business?? maybe because they dont have a life or maybe because their true colors shows when you let them know you figure them out.. thats pretty childish is you ask me. you want to know stuff about someone ask them and if they reply in a respectful manner then i guess that would be sufficient. but for some people stupidity runs thru their blood it exist like without it they wont be breathing at all.. the thing is...... if your too insecure or too paranoid you should consider help.. and maybe sometimes learn to accept that the world is not the box that you think it is.. not everyone will give a fuck about your opinion, but so what??? learn to live with it.. you are not as perfect as you think you are.. and ohhhh please... have the decency to stop acting like your some holy angel that your pursuing to be.. fuck you very much! and regarding to the matter of personal opinions.. i couldnt really give a shit about yours.. i hope that you'll have enough time to realize that life is too short to waste time on your stupid accolades.. please.. wake up soon!

Where we truly belong..

I just like many out there is a son of one of thousands who fled to the west in search of a better future.. My father had been to many countries before settling down here in the great white north.. he has a varieties of stories and albums of people and places that he had been..  but he always remind himself where he truly came from.. my that is not political. he rarely states his opinion regarding politicians and their agenda's.. but he is a true patriot. My dad holds a canadian citizenship.. what baffles me is every time he see's a philippine flag its like seeing a majestic sight.. or hearing the philippine national anthem.. i watch him as he stood silent with his right arm to his chest.. without a single sudden movement until the anthem ended.. that is a true patriot.. you can see the respect within their eyes.. my parents always tells me never forget where you came from.. but then always respect where you are now.. that always remains in my head it always reminds me that i am fortunate. it's been a long time phillipines.. it's been a while since i last gaze at your beaches and your beautiful sunsets.. I've been longing for you! all though i am in good hands.. Canada is the best country in the world. most friendly and diverse.. it has been taking good care of me for a long time now.. given me all the the oppurtunities to excel.. but most of all it has given me a place to call home.. where i truly must say.. i feel like i belong here.. the philippines.. i will always love.. and canada will always be my home..

hope..

lately i've been thinkin on how things will be if i wasnt so stubborn. I've been debating myself and asking i might still be in the best relationship i ever had if it wasnt for me being so paranoid or am i? i dont really know.. i dont second guess most of the time i just go with what i think is right at the moment.. it's instinct its a human function that we all have.. we sometimes get carried away and we cant control our emotions.. that night will always remain in my memories.. where i bravely said that i would turn my back on her and on everything that we ever had.. turn away from the plans and our future.. just because in my mind it is over.. i know somehow that she will be better.. and somehow that she will find the "one" that she will be happily smiling while mr. right is danicng with her on her favorite song.. perfect isnt it? but thats not the case.. i know lately she's hurting.. and i know lately that she's been in rough situations.. she had made bad choices.. man it wasnt suppose to be like that! she's suppose to be having a better time than me.. but i guess we all make mistakes sometimes.. and we learn.. maybe she will grow from the experience.. and maybe somehow she'll do better after... but most of all.. im hoping she will remember.. those words that i said.. "i will sacrifice my happiness so you could have yours"..  and if ever you stumble upon this little cyberspace scribble.. I wish you well...

it was astonishing to find stories of individuals who all of a sudden just appeared in our lives.. we dare to listen and sometimes just plain curious and naive on whats to come.. we are all diffrent in meaningful ways.. each of us has that story that hasnt been told yet.. or its halfway there.. have you ever known someone who has not told a story? i havent..  it is as usual as breathing. the varieties though.. thats a diffrent story.. some have triumph,some have faith and some has lost and the ever exciting love affairs.. we are all living... but some of us just cant be satisfied by that.. they need to be on the edge.. they need the rush.. the feel of  being diffrent.. we all want to be diffrent.. but not all of us has the drive to achieved it. One of my old friend said " Life is what you want it to be. you are the only one who can decide what the outcome will be".

daily randoms

I havent played in a while but as i rehearsed thru my songs i was reminded how i use to enjoy writing and playing them.. its a flash back.. the lyrics were bringing me to the exact time where i was writing them down by emotion and by thoughts.. inspired by melancholy's and happy events.. they are some what unique. i was listening to my own music and i am amazed.. amazed by how i came up with such verse. runing my mind again to remember what i was feeling at that moment.. they are no hit songs but for me its an accomplishment a way out to share the experiences that i or the people that are close to me have went thru.. there's nothing to be earn or nothing to be won.. just satisfaction and a brief moment of joy.. the joy of playing a simple instrument and jam on.

verses and simple lyric parts: "qoutes" on acoustic depression.

degree of separation- " but there were things we cant define..

                                      there is time but its hard to find..

                                       certain things we cant just hide.."

try to read me -   " thousand faces thousand places little days and im losing track of me..
                               I've been pulling i've been using all the things that i have learn and im out of  my reach..
                               this are the days of my life melancholy in my mind as i try to find the little piece back in time..
                               all of the shadow in my mind they hid behind the line waitind patiently
                               to carry me in the loneliness in  life."

as you chase his love around - " And if we decide to end this story.. i'll let you take all of the glory.. im sorry dont worry, i will be ok.."

generation kill

10th November 1775 I was born in a bomb crater. My mother was an M16 and my father was the Devil. Each moment that I live is an additional threat upon your life. I eat concertina, piss napalm and I can shoot a round thru a flea's ass at 300 meters. I travel the globe, feast on anti Americans everywhere I go for the love of mom, Chevrolet, baseball and apple pie. I'm a grunt. I'm the dirty, nasty, stinky, sweaty, filthy, beautiful little son of a bitch that kept the wolf away from the door for over 225 years. I'm the United States Marine. We look like soldiers, talk like sailors, slap the shit out of both of them. We stole the ego from the air force, the rope from the army and the anchor from the navy. And on the seventh day when God rested we over run his perimeter and we have run the show ever since. Warrior by day, lover by night, drunker by choice, Marine by God. Semper Fidelis!

I didnt have to wake up.. even though im up all night.. i didnt have to listen to each and every song..


it wont be like this for long.. the phases are gonna fly by and the faces are gonna fade through the night..


it wont be like this for long..just like the song.. we will all find where we belong..